"Ah," replied Mitsuya with a sage nod, "a grand plan, then. I would expect nothing less."

But club resources and battles over funding were something that did not terribly interest Mitsuya; she'd always tuned out those arguments from her occasional colleagues at the newspaper. It was all far too mundane for her. Posters bordered on that, too, when they weren't made by the mad geniuses of the disciplinary committee (she'd petitioned, unsuccessfully, to take up the responsibility of doing them for the newspaper; apparently they'd feared what the results might be).

"May Ryuseki's rising sun shine on your efforts, then."

And with that, she started to amble off to... god alone knew where. It certainly wasn't the direction of the third-year classrooms.